Karkat headed down the stairs, his mind spinning. He hadn't been to breakfast, so everyone must be suspicious. He decided that he would ignore all members of the kitchen and go directly to the table to await food. It was 12:28. There were two minutes left until breakfast.
He plopped down, wrapped his hands around his chest like a blanket, and stared down at the wooden counter. He couldn't wait for this to be over, and he could go back into his room, ears full of scorn and shame.
Countless numbers of times he'd been yelled at, and every single time he pretended that it was nothing. But it was something. He cared. He had always cared. Every word someone spoke, he bristled because he never knew if it was meant to hurt him. He tried to come off as tough and non-caring, but deep inside, he felt every word, and he felt so horrible about John.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the human approach.
His stomach started to act up and jump around and his head spun even faster. He couldn't face John. This was not something he anticipated. Karkat looked around for means of escape, but he found none and tried to keep his composure. He and the human made eye contact. John stopped dead in his tracks, looking frightened and uncertain of his next move.
"Karkat…I-" John fiddled with his fingers and looked down at his shoes.
"Just stop, fuckass. Nothing you can say can make it better. And besides, the only thing you could say, you won't. You know fucking why? It's because you're ignorant, blood-shot, squeamish brain is 'not a homosexual.' So shut the fuck up and walk away," Karkat said this with bravado seeping through every single breath he spewed out.
"Please Karkat just listen for once!" John shouted, his eyes pleading.
Karkat nearly doubled over. This was insane. Anything John said just made it worse. His feelings for the human were so private and secluded that he couldn't dream of ever saying anything to him. It was impossible. It was absurd.
Then he looked at John. His blackish-brown hair swayed over his eyes, a sweaty mop on his pale forehead. His eyes were an electric blue. The purest of blues. The climax of what blue could ever be if one was able to take water out of the ocean and condense it to a pigment that was so small that it fit into an eye. But the color was still powerful enough to send waves of shock down Karkat's spine. He shuddered.
"Fine. Say it. Don't be alarmed if I'm not listening to your thick tongue of shit, but you can say whatever it is you want," Karkat grappled. It was now that he realized his feelings. It was now that he knew what he had to do. He couldn't stop staring at the human. He was lanky, but trim enough to be fit. He was nerdy, but had enough astuteness to be "cute."
"Well, Karkat, I was thinking about what happened last night, and-" John was cut off.
There was barely a second in between the time that Karkat got up out of his chair and that he and John were locked in a kiss. For one moment, Karkat pulled back, looking at John for approval and for reassurance that everything was okay with him, but that moment passed quickly as John leaned in for more. John felt Karkat's hot breath on his neck, as he began nipping at the sensitive skin.
There was a knock on the wall beside them.
A knock.
A goddamn knock.
Both of the boys looked up at the same time, feeling guilty, the other ashamed. They saw Vriska leaning up against the doorframe.
Shit. Both of them thought as the female troll started to clap.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Hahaha! This is great. This is just wonderful," Vriska cooed.
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